SMara Sov took a deep breath in an attempt to focus, uncurling from her warm spot within the den she peered out the harsh rains seemed to settle in much of the early morning the sun hidden by stark gray clouds. After seeing how gatherings began she grew to be on edge almost thinking perhaps she should return to Lady Zelda and exclaim that the idea was a poor one yet some inner hum of courage carried her paws forward with pride of self in her chest. Though she never acted boisterously she wished to hold herself with a sense of confidence even if she couldn’t feel it in these moments.

A forced but still pleasant gleam was held in her pools of sunlight offering a soft blink as she came to a haul at the borders of the mountain pack. Her head tilted back and a soft call to the alpha was given. She didn't know much about who she would be meeting, perhaps her senses could hint to her if she was before the correct person even if she couldn’t be too certain. Mother nor father had really spoken of the other packs save for what she could pry from them. She couldn’t help but offer a look of sorry as they seemed much busier than they had been. Even so, she had a task at hand she would have to put personal thoughts aside even for the yearning desire to have her sister traveling with her in these lonely moments.

Discomfort wasn’t a new sensation but as she looked up at the sloping mountains the idea of climbing that all to journey again soon after she had hoped perhaps the meeting would take place in the lower altitudes. Her mind began to roam as she looked to see if anyone would answer her call. She had heard little to nothing of the other packs but she believed Lady Zelda to be the peaceful leader even if some things still concerned her she didn’t expect many enemies of the forest, still Mara wasn't fooled enough to believe there was none altogether. Resisting the temptation of resting she must judge and see, keep up a guard to her actions until she was confident she was in the presence of a friend.